Love

Such a fragile thing.
Wraps you around with its warmth.
A wonderful feeling.
Shared by two.
Such a fragile thing.
It starts to crack.
It fades away.
Pain is felt.
Death is caused.

Such a fragile thing..

 

Author's Note

Review please.

Reviews

[Deviant Works]

Love is a very fragile thing, meant to be cherished as delicately as you would a rose. It cracks, it fades, it causes unimaginable pain to the point of willing yourself to die and yet it also rejuvenates, causes rebirth, brings about endless expanse of light within darkness. I love this poem, I was there not that long ago. Thank you for sharing, Roxanne. I could talk of love all day.

[Angel's Lady]

Aww....The funny thing is...love does hurt. But in the in-between times, it feels so damn good. Great write.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

This reminds me of an Earthquake. :]